#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The shipping-office clerks are ‘sh… ‘They cannot make reductions,’ and… They ship us West with cattle, an… And fight like dogs three times a… We’ll have the pick of empty bunks…
There’s a pretty little story with… Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan… For we scarcely dare to credit ev’… Those unhappy country papers 'twix… ’Twas the man who owned the wherry…
Well Boory, I have read your “gri… And listened to your whine; I only wish you’d sent it in Before I printed mine. You see, I never meant to hit
There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and… For he hears a voice in the future… A serious light in his eyes is see… He keeps his kit and his rifle cle… But straight or crooked, or round,…
Somewhere in the mystic future, on… There’s a very pleasant country th… It has inland towns, and cities by… But the people of the country diff… It is many leagues beyond us, and…
The future was dark and the past w… As they gazed on the sea once more… But a nation was born when the imm… ‘Good-bye!’ as they stepped ashore… In their loneliness they were part…
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him…
I scorn the man, a fool at most, And ignorant and blind, Who loves to go about and boast “He understands mankind.” I thought I had that knowledge to…
With our boundaries swung to the c… And the six-starred flag of our de… God grant from Greed or the dust… From all save our blood, if we mus… We yield no praise and we speak no…
Call me traitor to my country and… And the foe of “law and order”, we… But I scorn the biassed sentence… That was fouled and mutilated by t… For the strength that I inherit i…
‘this a wonderful time when these… These long ’small hours’ of night, When grass is crisp, and the air i… And the stars come close and brigh… The moon hangs caught in a silvery…
The boy cleared out to the city fr… They were Scots of the Riverina,… The old man burned his letters, th… And he scratched his name from the… A year went past and another. The…
Drums of all that’s right and wron… And the new-born baby hears them a… Drums of all that is to be, and al… And we hear them when we’re dreami… Drums of martyred innocence and dr…
Wide solemn eyes that question me, Wee hand that pats my head— Where only two have stroked before… And both of them are dead. ‘Ah, poo-ah Daddy mine,’ she says…
You may roam the wide seas over, f… Sail as far as ships can sail, and… You may ride and tramp wherever ra… But the crowd has been before you,… For the Early Days are over,